When does immigrant, migrant, refugee, nomad, citizen become indigenous? One year, Ten years, a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand? And who stays in one place forever? In truth we are all indigenous to Africa, our birthplace, starting point, origin. All of us relations, entangled in complex genetic webs that, genome or not, we may never be able to trace them all.
Last night five of us, all white daughters of the predominant culture, met in circle to perform a simple ritual. We called to the four directions, We smudged with sage gathered in the plains outside our little town. And while it’s true we learned this lore from books, our ancestors also smudged and called. All us humans began to worship in the same way – honoring the Earth and all her creatures, remaining in good relationship with all the manifestations life offers. in a long. long line of human beings indigenous to this planet.